Buddy nods, touching the spear on his backpack. He hasn't really used it at all, considering it's the only one he had. "Hmm, maybe Sewer Dragon give Buddy more spears?" Shortfang thought. Pylia cleared her throat as a wretched stench grew stronger. "Ugh, that smells disgusting..." Eventually the group would arrive to a training area overseen by Yorik and Kor. One group was doing basic melee drills, another archery. Though Yorik towered over the kobolds, often being three times the size and weight of even their largest kobold, he was oddly skilled at teaching them how to use their speed and size to protect themselves. Some of the kobolds took to it more easily than others of course, many of these kobolds were levied to assist in bolstering the tribe's dwindling forces. Kor was teaching the kobolds how to use bows. Though he was their size, he seemed far more strict and less forgiving for their mishaps. He was a harsh teacher but he was getting results. He was particularly cruel to kobolds to boasted about being good hunters, shouting and being rough with them to remind them that hunting beasts in the sewers is nothing like fighting a war against an enemy who isn't afraid to die.

Off to the side with presumably female kobolds was Cera, who was teaching them how to make weapons with what humble materials they had. It was mostly stone and wood, but she was getting a lot of mileage out of both. They were making blades, bows, arrowheads, spears, and even nets. Cera spotted the group approaching, passing off a net she was weaving to another and heading over to you. "Hello there! Long time no see. I'm Cera, in case you've forgotten. Is there something you all need?"